PS: This is the second update of the day......

Mike joins the Farmo family for Ferrola. Farmer's funeral.

At the end of the week's vacation, Mike asked the director to use the remaining paid leave, and the director agreed, but instead of going on vacation, he investigated Ferrola privately. Farmo case, he asked Jesse for a favor.

"I'm willing to do you a favor," Jesse said, "but you have to know that it's dangerous, you're not a police officer in that district, and you're going to be fired." She advised, "You can hire a private investigator." ”

"I have to do it myself." Mike said.

"Because of what Ferrola's agent said?"

"No," said Mike, "I don't really believe what he says—that's not Ferrola's style." He said, "I'm going to get the whole thing straight, or I'll have to sleep for the rest of my life." ”

His petty actions were soon discovered by the regional police in the Ferrora case, who angrily threw evidence of Mike's alleged cross-district investigation on the director's desk, for which the chief canceled Mike's leave and ordered him to return to work immediately.

Mike had to abandon the investigation for the time being. But all the "useful things" were still clenched tightly in his hands: "The bald little man is lying." He said to Jesse, his eyes sunken deeply, his skin gray, his voice hoarse, and he looked worse than he had been in a kidnapping case in a child boxing match.

He sneaks out on patrol to find more clues, Jesse covers him, and the director reassigns Mike to a new partner two weeks later.

"The Director asked me to come and see you." Said the new partner.

The Director tells Mike to kill Ferrola. Famo's killers have been caught, and they have confessed to their crimes, and the whole process is exactly what Ferrola's agent said.

Mike and Jesse say that he has found new, powerful clues that the blacks were just substitutes for the dead, and that Ferrora was not killed by them.

After another ten days, Mike and his new partner went on patrol in a new neighborhood. They stopped a bicycle that had violated traffic rules — and just as they were leaving the police car to ask questions, the man sitting on the back of the bike suddenly pulled out a gun and fired four shots at them. Mike's partner was shot in the arm and abdomen, and Mike was shot in the chest and died instantly.

The killer then fled into a small alley close at hand, and the police who arrived behind failed to catch anything.

Jesse thought that was the end of the matter, but she received a timed encrypted email the day after Mike's death.

***

When night fell, the coach turned on the high pole lights on the sidelines, and the strong, scorching lights illuminated the entire "barbecue grill" as if it were day.

"Simulated confrontation training! Again! The coach said.

The players roared with shouts and continuous boos from their wet, dark, sweltering helmets...... They had been training for more than four hours and they were tired. They want to rest!

The coach was unmoved, "only once," he said, "all right, boys, run!" ”

The boys look at the captain. The captain shook his head imperceptibly, he was already in the twelfth grade, and he didn't want to go against the coach's will in such a trivial matter.

He looked at the boy who was standing fifteen yards outside the tee-line and it was Beelzebub. Bisandi – In the last height measurement, Beelzebub was five feet eleven inches, and among the players, he was not the tallest. Weighing 180 pounds, not the heaviest – but the best – as the captain, he and his coach did many individual tests for Beelzebub, and his best results were 400 pounds in squats, 230 pounds in bench presses, and 97 centimeters in vertical jumps. The run-up jump is 100 and 3 centimeters, the first two stats are close to professional weightlifters, and the last two are almost comparable to professional basketball players.

"I don't think he's done his best." The coach said that the captain thought so too.

The coach wanted Beelzebub to be the new captain, and the captain was aware of this - from the first training session after the start of the school year. The coach is constantly moving Beelzebub's position...... A few days he was put as a center, two days later he was put in a defensive position, and today he was made a wide receiver - from an outsider, he may not have been able to pay attention to how to use Beelzebub, but those who know it can tell at a glance that the coach is preparing Beelzebub.

The captain caught the ball thrown by the center and, after making a feint, threw it far to Beelzebub, and the boy jumped up and caught the ball that was slightly thrown high.

While the ball was still in the air, the coach was yelling, "Run!" He waved his fist: "Run, little bison!" ”

In official competitions, this is stupid, but in training, it is just a small test given by the coach.

The defenders swarmed up, the attacking team slowed down, and the defending corner-back managed to keep up with Beelzebub, who was running towards the touchdown zone, and the speed was excellent, and the distance between him and Beelzebub was rapidly shrinking - which was what the coach wanted to see - and fifteen feet from the touchdown line, the corner-back attacked-Beelzebub was held back, although he was still struggling forward, according to the rules of the game, the attack was not yet lost, but more defenders were running.

Beelzebub collapsed in frustration outside the touchdown line.

The coach announces the scoring of the offensive team.

"Why?" The defender's corner-back sulked and asked, "He only had one hand in the touchdown zone – his knees were still outside the touchdown line." ”

"Touchdowns are counted on a joint-by-joint basis," the coach said, "Beelzebub's elbow pressed the touchdown line – mind you, boys, in official matches, this has been determined to be scoreable." He hammered the boy's helmet: "So, never be negligent, the distance between the enemy and the victory is definitely shorter than you think!" ”

He raised his right hand, scored a touchdown, and exchanged offense and defense.

"What's wrong with your leg?" The captain noticed that Beelzebub was walking in an inappropriate manner.

"It's just a little numb." Beelzebub said.

At the end of the session, in the shower, Beelzebub bent down to examine his left leg, his knee and calf were still a little red and swollen, which was not normal for a person with abilities that could almost be compared to a starfish—either he had suddenly become a normal person, or the injury was much worse than he thought.

Anthony. Hopkins examined him.

"Knee sprain, cracked calf bone." "It's not a normal training injury, you should stop training and come back sooner to rest," Dr. Hopkins said. ”

"If you let them know that I am an innate supernatural with physical strength, reflexes, and healing abilities far superior to theirs," Beelzebub said, "then the rest will be a little troublesome." So he never "hurts."

"Who's that cutlet?" Sasha asked.

"Avery . Farmo. Beelzebub said, "I thought he had nothing to do with us anymore—is he still secretly in love with you?" ”

Little Hopkins cursed a rare foul word.

"Let me see," Anthony said. Hopkins said, "What the hell does the little guy want to do?" ”

***

When Avery returned to the dorm room, Avery was taking a shower in the bathroom, putting the book back on the shelf, and smelling a stench as he sat on his bed.

He looked around, and found that the smell came from a pair of pads under Avery Bunk's bed, not like insoles, which were supposed to be used on elbows, and he picked them up, they were heavy and hard, far more than he had imagined—he pinched the pads, which should be lined with something else.

"Put it down." A voice suddenly said behind him.

Avery roommate jumped to his feet, and the pads fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Avery stood behind him with only a bath towel around, and there was no light in the room, only the moonlight shining in through the window, perhaps because of the light, Avery had a simple round face that made his roommate shiver fiercely.

"I'm sorry," the roommate said, "I'm just ...... A little curious. ”

"It's okay," Avery took two steps forward, picking up the pair of pads, "I just don't want it to be moved so I don't forget it again - they should be in the team's locker." "Put it with other protective gear.

He smiled at his roommate, turned on the small lamp at the bedside, and the warm orange light filled half of the room, and everything seemed to be back to normal.

"Hmm...... Then that's it," the roommate said, "Okay, it's time for us to sleep." He went back to his own half of the room, took off his coat and trousers, his shoes, and got into the sheets, forgetting that he had not showered at all.

Avery put the pads back in their original place so that no one would touch them anymore - he should probably have thrown them away on the way back to the dorm, but he was worried that someone would find him along the scent of the pads or something, so he brought them back to the dorm.

The next day, Avery removed the pads and took out the lead plates, which he threw into a laboratory that had been abandoned for many years, and he took them to the incinerator and burned them.

(To be continued)